Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
My Daddies help me recline. I feel ten times more exposed, and that multiplies by a hundred when Nurse Brian comes to the end of the table behind my head and reaches for my hands to pull them up toward him.
A tiny moan escapes my lips. I arch my chest because I can’t stop myself. I’m so stretched out and exposed. My boobies are high and tight, and I want someone to touch them so badly.
I can’t look at my Daddies because I’m mortified. My face is flushed.
When Dr. Morgan pulls out the end of the table so my legs are no longer dangling, I bite my lip, but then he gently parts my knees and sets something between them. A wedge of some sort.
He pats my thighs. “It’s better if Little girls don’t have the space to squeeze their legs together,” he declares.
Papa steps out of the way and trades places with Dr. Morgan when the doctor comes to my side. At the end of the table, Papa sets his palms on my knees and holds them down, open, exposing me to the room.
I’m panting by the time the doctor sets his hands on my tummy. “I’m going to feel your belly now, Little one. Let me know if anything hurts.”
I’m not sure I can let him know anything. I’m not sure my voice will work other than to moan.
Dr. Morgan looks at Daddy. “Does she have any problems using a diaper?”
“No. She wears a diaper most of the time when we’re at home. Her challenge on the island will be wearing it in public.”
“And using it,” Papa adds.
I purse my lips and stare at the ceiling while they talk about me as if I’m…a Baby.
“That happens to most Littles when they first arrive. Did she have a bottle last night and this morning?”
“Yes,” Daddy answers.
“That’s good. The formula is just right for her. Keep to the schedule with it. Don’t let her balk. She needs to drink every bottle entirely. I advise you give her extra fluids in between like diluted apple juice for example. We want her to be as hydrated as possible to encourage her to keep her diaper wet. It’s okay to leave her in a wet diaper for a while too. As long as you use plenty of diaper cream to protect her skin, she’ll be fine. It’s important for her to know that she gets changed on your schedule not hers. If you suspect she’s holding her urine in too long, bring her back in. I can prescribe some medicine that will make it hard for her to hold her bladder.”
I can’t breathe, but I notice Daddy nodding. “Sounds good.”
“Same goes for bowel movements. The formula will keep her regular, but again, if she tries to hold it, we can make that difficult also.”
Papa pats my inner thighs.
My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my body, and this is when Dr. Morgan takes a step closer to my head and shifts his attention to my boobies. “Has she had any issues with her breasts?”
“Not that we’re aware of,” Papa informs him.
“That’s good. Make sure you’re well acquainted with them. It’s best if you have her lie on her back like this every few weeks so you can examine them like I’m doing to make sure there are no changes.” Dr. Morgan palpates my boobies in a spiral, working his way toward the center. He flicks my nipple a few times before holding my chest down with his other palm and pinching the little tip hard.
I cry out. I’m shocked, and I can’t breathe. Wetness runs out of my pussy and down between my butt cheeks. I know Papa can see it.
“Good girl. I know that hurts. It’s important for me to examine your breasts though, Little girl.” Dr. Morgan reaches across and repeats the exam on my other breast.
At least this time I anticipate the finale, but it doesn’t keep me from moaning when he pinches my other bud.
Dr. Morgan leans over to meet my gaze. “You’re doing so well, Little one. I’m going to examine your pussy and your bottom now.” He pats my head and moves down the table while I hyperventilate.
Nurse Brian continues to stroke my wrists, not letting go of them.
I can’t help but arch my chest. It’s instinctive. I glance at Papa as he returns to my side. I think I’m begging him with my eyes to make this stop before I fall apart, but he simply smiles at me as he sets his palm on my chest and strokes my booby.
I gasp when Dr. Morgan lifts one of my legs and sets it in a stirrup. My vision swims. He also straps my ankle and thigh down before doing the same to the other leg. After he drops the end of the table, he adjusts the stirrups so they are obscenely wide, exposing my pussy and bottom so totally that I start panting.